Idaho Isn’t Just About Potatoes

If you are from Idaho, I owe you an apology.  Before this trip, I’ve never really thought of your state.  It’s not that I didn’t like it, it’s just that Idaho was never on my radar for anything except a baked potato.  Now, after a couple of days of stellar roads, scenic views, and gorgeous rivers, I’m a converted Idaho lover.  Therefore, I am officially offering Idaho my sincerest apologies.

Don’t get me wrong, I saw plenty of farm fields, and I’m sure many of them were full of potatoes.  I must say though, that those were rather spectacular farm fields set amongst a backdrop of snow capped mountains.  As we cruised along, I will always remember the farmer driving his tractor into the setting sun who waved his hat at us as we drove by.  And the little boy with training wheels on his bike who tried to race along side of us.  Most spectacular to me is the herd of horses that were running alongside of us as we wound through this gorgeous farm country.

Those images that live within my mind are enough for me to be forever fond of Idaho, but as a motorcyclist, the real fun began when we entered the Sawtooth Mountains area.  Our rural route through the Sawtooth Mountains took us along rivers, over mountains, and through canyons that ought to be in every Idaho visitor’s guide.  The fantastic landscape changed dramatically from sage desert and barren hills to snowy capped mountain passes.  Although the landscape and elevation changed, one thing remained the same – the lack of traffic combined with the tight, winding road made for a very exciting and extremely fun ride.

Farm fields framed by gorgeous mountains.  How's that for a view?

Farm fields framed by gorgeous mountains. How’s that for a view?

Brotherly love - or brotherly antagonism.  I can never tell which one it is.

Brotherly love – or brotherly antagonism. I can never tell which one it is.

Since I have a handstand picture of him in almost every other state, I have to include one from Idaho!

Since I have a handstand picture of Robbie in almost every other state, I have to include one from Idaho!

This is the stance I see when he's "patiently" waiting for me to get done taking pictures.

This is the stance I see when he’s “patiently” waiting for me to get done taking pictures.  It makes me want to pinch his cheeks like I did when he was little, but he wisely has his helmet on.

The Sawtooth Mountains and the valleys that lie between them rival any National Park.

The Sawtooth Mountains and the valleys that lie between them rival any National Park.

We fished, swam and bathed in the rivers in south central Idaho. Because it also happened to be pretty hot on the days we were there, we had a hard time leaving the river’s edge and hitting the road.

Our campsite along the Salmon River was quiet, inexpensive, and beyond beautiful.

Our campsite along the Salmon River was quiet, inexpensive, and beyond beautiful.

My boys thought they were modern cowboys herding cattle with modern horsepower.

My boys thought that they were modern cowboys herding cattle with modern horsepower.

One evening, as we camped along the Salmon River, the sky blazed orange for a brief moment right after the sun went down.  I ran for my camera and was able to catch it before it was gone.

One evening, as we camped along the Salmon River, the sky blazed orange for a brief moment right after the sun went down. I ran for my camera and was able to catch it before it was gone.

Topping out over this pass early in the morning to see the western side of the Tetons was stunning.  It actually took my breath away.

Topping out over this pass early in the morning to see the western side of the Teton Mountains was stunning. It actually took my breath away.

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